(by R.E.M.) These bastards stole their power from the victims of the Us v. Them years, Wrecking all things virtuous and true. The undermining social
Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger, I am bigger than Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull
this love of ours life with you keeps changing every day One minute you're all sunshine and the next you turn to showers But I wouldn't want you any other
As they did their angel stuff Not hand to picture One ties the cotton To the tire maker's heel What I'm thinking of Many many other kinds of love Rain
Take the needle out, enjoy the drip Fill your head with lies, from your fingertips And you can't swallow all your problems They float, float up to hunt
you think I want to stay If there was any other way love There's no way out of this There just ain't any other way If there was any other way love Don
How come we can't talk the way we used to do? Nothing seems to be the same Have we forgotten all the things we knew Was it you or I who changed? We got
some other way Please show me another way Once it would have been so easy To do what we have to do Must be some other way (There must be some other way
So you want me to play the bleeding role Just so he can know, how I needed you Well, that's okay with me, it's a part I think I know God knows, he won
Innocence! Can't cut it Even if you get the part Of a stupid coward, imbecile You hypocrite Just face it You're a lame excuse You should realize you Grow
on your mind, Should I just go. It's a long way down from here I better start with the stairs It's a long way down from here You know there's other
other ways I could've played All the other simple moves I could've made All the other cards that I could've dealt All the books I didn't read upon my shelf All the other
in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone Must've been the liquor talkin', I'm beggin' the cups, "C'mon" Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form
try to divide us, Time is running out, We don't have forever, Unless we break down, These walls, stand together, There is no other way There is no other
guns in shit Too under fallin charum leads to send up on the earth Mix things with daughters with men Since poured from birth the worth for the others
hoes skeezin Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you other
have you again in the morning tell your job to your boss that your boss is here i've been patient you've been waiting for this day to come set yourself free form
fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me to the life of funk driver store's thug On the other ridges feeling like
